If Leif is ever getting a little stir crazy but I don't want to take him outside for whatever reason (raining, almost nap time, etc.), I just open the door to the front entryway and I can pretty much count on another 10-15 minutes of happy, independent play. Not that there is much space out there, or much of anything in the space that seems all that interesting (at least not to an adult). But Leif still gets inordinate pleasure from playing with the shoes on the shoe rack, trying to pull out the sticky drawers of the storage bench, and now also playing with the lawn furniture cushions that we are temporarily storing there. I will be very sad when the weather gets too cold for him to play out there!
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